The life of a villain in a courtyard

"This female comrade, the dead cannot be brought back to life, please accept my condolences."

Director Yang felt very uncomfortable when he saw Jia Zhang's appearance, so he reached out and helped Jia Zhang up.

"Sister-in-law, this is the director of our factory."

After hearing this, Jia Zhang vented all her anger on him.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault. Our Dongxu was killed by you. You have to compensate my son, compensate my son!"

Director Yang was grabbed by the collar by Jia Zhang and shaken hard.

"Sister-in-law, let go!"

Yi Zhonghai and several others rushed forward and barely managed to pull Jia Zhang away.

"Director, are you okay?"

The others ran up to check on Director Yang, fearing that something might have happened to him.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine."

Director Yang waved his hand.

"Factory Director Jia Dongxu's mother must have been provoked to do this. Please don't take it personally. Don't bother with her."

"I see."

It was obvious that this was not the first time that Director Yang had experienced this.

It took a long time for Jia Zhang to recover. She came into the room tremblingly, stretched out her shaking hands to lift the white cloth covering Jia Dongxu, then sat on the ground and cried silently. Qin Huairu also stood beside her wiping her tears. Jia Zhang cried because she was sad. The child she had raised with great effort was gone, and she was having to send off her young son before her.

Qin Huairu was half sad and half confused. She didn't know what to do in the future? Should she continue to take care of the child or choose to remarry?

"Huai Ru, sister-in-law, please have some food."

Yi Zhonghai walked in from outside carrying two lunch boxes.

At the same time, Director Yang returned to the factory and convened an emergency meeting.

"I believe everyone already knows about Jia Dongxu's situation. Please share your opinions."

Factory Secretary Jiang Wenming was the first to speak: "I think the most important thing to do now is to investigate how this incident happened, whether it was caused by a problem with the factory's equipment or by Jia Dongxu's incorrect operation."

"Secretary, we have already investigated it clearly. It is a problem with our factory's equipment. Master Yi Zhonghai from the fitter workshop reported the problem to the maintenance team before the New Year, but they have not been there until now."

As he spoke, Deputy Director Li turned his attention to Director Guo from the fitter workshop. Director Guo was on Director Yang's side, and Deputy Director Li was taking the opportunity to make trouble.

"Is this what happened, Director Guo?"

All the leaders in the conference room looked at Director Guo, making him sweat profusely.

"Director, Secretary, and all leaders, this accident was indeed caused by our workshop work and I am willing to take responsibility."

Director Guo saw that the blame was put on him and did not argue but took all the responsibility by himself, because he knew that it was not a big deal. As long as the factory director was willing to protect him, the most he would get would be a criticism and a salary deduction. Anyway, the factory had casualty targets every year and the worst that could happen was compensation.

Director Yang spoke up at the right time: "I don't think this matter can be completely blamed on Director Guo. After all, the factory worked overtime before the New Year to catch up with the progress, which caused many machines in the factory to malfunction. It is common for the maintenance team to be overwhelmed."

As the two factory leaders spoke, the other leaders took sides. Secretary Jiang Wenming was about to retire in the second half of the year and was too lazy to get involved in the fight between the two. The matter was let go after the factory leaders' wrangling. As Director Guo had expected, the factory only punished him by deducting one month's salary, and he was very tactful and offered to pay two hundred yuan as compensation to the Jia family.

In the courtyard, Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu had already returned home and set up a simple mourning shed at home. Jia Dongxu was lying in the coffin in the house.

"Old sister-in-law."

When Yi Zhonghai arrived at the Jia family, Qin Huairu was cutting white cloth, while Jia Zhang was helping to dress the children in the family and put on mourning bands.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

Yi Zhonghai came into the room, lit a stick of incense for Jia Dongxu and then turned to look at Jia Zhang.

"Now that sister-in-law Dongxu is gone, what are you going to do with your job in the factory?"

"What can I do? What else can I do? That's my Jia family's workstation, so of course I have to give it to Jia Zhang's people."

"I understand, but I still have six or seven years before I start working at Banggeng. What should I do during this time? I can't just sit there doing nothing."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I mean to let Huairu take the lead first,"

"no!"

When Jia Zhang heard what Yi Zhonghai said, she immediately objected. If Qin Huairu took the job and remarried, her family would lose both her people and her money.

Qin Huairu looked at Yi Zhonghai with hopeful eyes. She had always dreamed of having a job, let alone a formal job. With a job in the steel rolling mill, she could change her identity and household registration from rural to urban.

"Don't even think about it. This job belongs to our Jia family and we can't give it to anyone else! I would never give it to Qin Huairu even if I had to sell it!"

"Sister-in-law, you have to think carefully. This house is a dormitory provided by the factory to employees. If you sell your job, you will have to move out."

Not long after Yi Zhonghai walked out of the Jia family, Qin Huairu followed him out.

"Uncle, are you sure my mother-in-law can hand over the job to me?"

"of course."

Yi Zhonghai was proud of his ability to accurately gauge Jia Zhang's temperament and character over the years.

"But I'm still worried that she'll sell her job."

"Just keep your mind at ease. Your mother-in-law will never do such a thing."

Sure enough, that night, Jia Zhang asked Qin Huairu to call Yi Zhonghai over to discuss work matters with him.

"Qin Huairu, I know what you are thinking. I can give you this job, but you have to write me a letter of guarantee that you will not remarry. And when Banggeng grows up, you must return the job to our Jia family! And while Dongxu is still alive, you have to give me three dollars a month for retirement, and you have to give me three dollars a month in the future!"

"Mom, I just got to the factory and my monthly salary is not much. If I have to give you three dollars a month, how will our family eat?"

"You don't agree? Forget it. I don't want to give you this job anyway. At worst, I can go to work in the factory myself."

Qin Huairu looked at Yi Zhonghai, and Yi Zhonghai signaled Qin Huairu to agree quickly. Jia Zhang had already made concessions, and he could not go any further.

The next day, Jia Zhang took out a piece of clothing full of patches and put it on, then asked Qin Huairu to find the most tattered clothes in the house for the children to change into. They were going to the factory to ask for pensions today, and wearing this way could make them look pitiful and get more.